{ Mob Psycho 10) } sunflower

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Reigen could barely make sense of what was happening, his memories were coming in blurrs and snippets, so all he could remember was closing up the office, having Mob ask him if he was fine, asking Serizawa to go to a restaurant with him, getting rejected with the same excuse as last time (He found it a little pathetic. Serizawa should just tell him he doesn't want to be around him.) And then proceeding to try and wash his sorrows away with alcohol at the closest bar he could find, which in fact was the same one that had kicked him out all those weeks ago.

Instead of asking for a lemon sour as usual, he'd asked for beer. It went from one glass, to two, to three, to four, and to the bartender asking if he was fine. Reigen was a lightweight, and yet right now he couldn't care less about the hangover he'd have the next day. He just wanted to stop thinking, stop wondering why Serizawa would always turn him down with the same reply every. single. time. instead of just telling him he wasn't interested, why Mob kept showing up less and less to the office, why he didn't even have any friends.

God, he was pathetic.

"Reigen, you really shouldn't be drinking so much." The bartender had told him- Reigen never bothered trying to catch his name. He wondered if the other man had even said it before.

He replied with a groan, and slid his face onto the counter, only to have an arm hold it back up again, lean him gently against their host's side, and place some money on the counter. Reigen wasn't able to speak to yell at whoever had payed for his drinks and begun lifting him off the seat, although when he glanced up weakly to stare at the person's face, he frowned upon laying his gaze on those familiar red cheeks. He wasn't really able to complain, or even scowl, because he was instantly pulled outside and forced to watch as that green spirit that had gotten so used to tormenting him smiling back at him in a body he must've claimed as his again. Reigen had seen it a multitude of times, the host whenever not being possessed by Dimple was always rather nice to him anyways, he supposed he had no qualms about whatever Dimple did when he was in control. A nice suit and a sculpted jaw, black straight hair and eyes that pierced into his skull and yet bore into it with such worry that he had to cast his own away.

Dimple wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him up carefully as he began to walk down the alley, rubbing gently at his side every now and then. Reigen could barely put one foot in front of the other, and the whole world was still spinning around him, spinning without him, he didn't understand why Dimple had gone to such lengths, or why he was even here. Usually the spirit tried to rile him up, get him to yell at him before actually giving up, but now, he was here with his worried face and his careful hands, trying to take him home, or maybe to the office? Reigen couldn't comprehend where they were heading, and he could barely hear the slow, "Do you need to throw up?" That came from the other.

"What... R'you.. Doin..g..." The conman slurred, clearly still unable to process words that Dimple spoke. Said spirit tried to ignore the man's question in return, only to sigh and answer it a minute later. There was no point keeping acts up, Reigen was drunk anyways he probably wouldn't remember a thing, he probably wouldn't even remember him walking him home, or going to the bar, clearly he wouldn't have been able to walk himself home in a state like this, "I was just curious, y'know. After you said you were going to the bar, I had a feeling it wasn't for your usual."

"Try not to think about it too much though." Dimple said quickly after, noticing that the blonde clearly wasn't in a good enough state to be thinking about anything at all. He probably went to the bar so he could stop thinking, and if Dimple kept asking him questions he would probably send him into a crisis eventually. He sighed, pursed his lips into a slight frown, and kept his gaze strictly on the man he was holding, just to make sure he was okay as he walked him back to his apartment. He would probably have to stay over for a little while, just to make sure he was okay. He certainly wasn't right now, but perhaps with a few glasses of water and a bed, he'd feel better.